Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

However, she was not as naughty as she was when she was a child, she made no mistakes, and he couldn't even spot the problem.

Gu Yu had to pick bones in the egg, and finally found a chance to attack.

While other disciples were practicing, he was angry at Yun Fan: "Gu Yunmiao, your brothers are all studying and practicing hard, what do you think of standing here alone! You are not so motivated, it really disappoints me. Go to the dark room and reflect on yourself."

A group of disciples immediately put down the things in their hands. In their opinion, there is nothing wrong with the little junior sister. Master has been too strict with the little junior sister recently.

Some disciples began to intercede: "Master, the younger sister has finished the part that is going to be practiced this morning. Now here are just a few disciples who want to ask her."

He didn't lie about this, they thought they were hardworking enough.

However, every time I get up in the morning, I can always see clouds floating outside to practice sword.

The younger sister is so diligent, and the master still scolds, it really doesn't make sense.

The other disciples saw that Gu Yu was still tensed, and whispered: "Master, you hurt the junior sister a few days ago. She may not be well at the moment. If you let her go to the dark room..."

Gu Yu didn't expect that this group of disciples, who usually wouldn't dare to disobey him, would actually get together today to oppose him.

Seeing Yun Fanfan standing there obediently, there was a confused expression on his face.

It seemed that she had not made a mistake, and she didn't know where it was.

Gu Yu's face was blue, and he didn't speak for a long time.

When he left, Yun Fan felt a devilish energy on him again.

It is not pure demonic energy, it is like rotten flesh and blood.

She was already sure what Gu Yu did.

...

Shen Jing had no idea how he spent these days.

He refused to meet other people and locked himself in the palace, drinking except for drinking.

However, the more he drank, the more sober he became. He had never hated himself for a moment, and he had no right to get drunk.

After becoming the Demon Venerable, he had never dreamed, and even dreamed that she could not dream it.

Nowadays, getting drunk has become a luxury.

The door of the temple was pushed open, and the maids heard the voice and stood up quickly.

For so long, the king has been alone, and now he finally came out, just about to ask him if he wants to prepare some meals, only to see a red figure flashing past.

The clothes hem dragged across the ground, like flaming flowing clouds.

Shen Jing staggered out, holding a jug of wine in his hand.

The maids dared not stop him, so they could only follow him forward.

I don't know how long it took before Shen Jing finally stopped.

He looked forward, and the lips that had been moisturized by the wine finally curved somewhat.

The light gray eyes have also changed from dim to radiant, like flames flickering in them.

The palace in front of him is magnificent and magnificent, no worse than the palace of the king. This is...where the little princess lives.

With a slap, it was the sound of a wine jar falling to the ground and breaking. The wine slowly flowed from the fragments, winding to Shen Jing's feet, soaking Shen Jing's clothes.

Shen Jing didn't wear shoes. After feeling the coldness on the soles of his feet, he bowed his head.

A flustered look immediately appeared on his face.

His neck showed a strange arc, like a puppet, frozen in place.

Shen Jing's slender eyelashes trembled and he knelt directly on the ground, pushing away the fragments, the edges of the fragments were sharp, and they reached her palm. He didn't care, he just pinched the hem and whispered: "The clothes are dirty... ..."